San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1887-01-29


with "a sudden trembling of the voice.
Hartnell's face Is gray as he comes q
step nearer.
MIR. Ponsonby, are you blind, sir?
Was not she the last person here last
nightY Did she not tell you, did she
not tell me, not TO disturb himp Listen,
siTl"-as Dick gives an incredulous
gasp OF horror. Gould she not have
come up behind the poor old master,
so, and he DOING, and then afterwards
have taken the keys and burned the
will and taken the money!"
Il won't believe IT," cried Dick Pom
sonby, with blanched face. why,
met her leaving the room!"
And was she calm as usualY"
And then Dick remembers, with a
sudden awful horror, Aliens confu-
sion and agitation Of last night, and
the roll OF money In her hand.
Say nothing of all this!" he gasps.
1T could not bet Is not truel"
A light Of triumph CLEANS in Hart
nell's eyes.
at Is too late to keep il secret, sir.
The police know all; had to tell. 1t Is
very sad, sir-so young lady; but il is
of no use concealing it."
Dick Ponsonby goes away like mar
suuuehiy pulei. VI ni s Iedaon. ne hur.
Iies ~ see 'ho Buiio -lispccI"r anu tlie
.masls.'a.ei Du. iacIs az slupporu
snlgs, a,iu veioIo liIsntsail warrant
lssueu ioL tne p arlest VI MISS hlIeeh
Der'raiiu, o''as D'o"h'
With eyes wild with horror Aileen
faces Dick Ponsonby. her hands hold
ing his as In vice.
They say l murdered him." she
cries, In a voice choked with horror.
why. you know l didn't couldn't
Oh, MI. fonsonDy, tell me II IS a mis-
takeF She Is shaking and shivering
In paroxysm OF rear.
1T Will be all right; don't be fright
ened, he says, trying 70 speak bravely.
1t Is all some horrible mistake; it is
all because they have found out you
are not Miss Brown, but Aileen Ber-
trand."
Her scared eyes look up into his.
Il KNOW she whlspers-Ait was all
for Rowly. l Thought l would per-
suade grandpapa 10 leave the place to
howly; ana last nlght-catchlng her
breath and speaking very low-"he
burnt the Will himself, and said he
would do Justice TO his son; and then
ne told me 10 go away, as ne was tired;
and that Is all" Then, looking with
desperate earnestness into his face, she
asks, You believe mer
Poor Dick She IS the only woman
he has ever cared for; and, without
word, he puts his strong young arms
around her, and holds her close to his
heart.
IL believe you, my darling, against
all the world ne whispers brokenly;
and for moment they forget all the
trouble ana sorrow III the present mo
ment OF happiness. But Alleen remem-
bers, and cllngs to him, sobbing.
am so frlghtened! she cries Wild
~; i DID no harm; 1t Was all half a
Joke at first. How could l tell that
you-that you
n;ct ha ar,;n snV ~ b pe 30 uiGe WHISPERS
- ~ ou faaii, ous IuGnp
=, III M I his I liza any s ths ~ aA
~ az LIS at;iI s,- au tnousmt; uea
l., athnt sd po,rioS uS ~ SPA mSh
syu1aathaart ~ Sn,,,.o. III ~ on" ~, was vas
in'eo;ne ho,S " yatohad I no: you S9tas
Mntfarin% bar name in a We" Sn,.b 1871 shr
yo;cs Aei ""Ai'e IA nN'neu' shy
p,,t tho c,ir,,, fooo 70 MILD NTH s.
aVon wop,t 1et tIon vi" III % WV 80 de al,
IN E;ctp Won Will $40 ~ noa my " r.
nromisa r. save ma'p p'oiA''0'
p ~ will ~ dc DO" ali T c.,,p bs cris0 :, or
aoony tbo,,oh aven nor, ha haar ~ an dl
sennd of wbeals o,,tside anS tn"ws the
bonr ia coma @Trmst ali ta nne ' he
saws hastily There ia some ovfni
@istake." AND his face ~ as So mi ,ta T' o ui
barS MS - ~ "e5''''Oe' 10
aSava ma-ob Dick Diokp orios
AiIeen convnIsivaIx ne tho daor onans
nears in the form Of a noIica, seriesbpt
Srr"st mei1 wbisnero D;.k bo,d;no
her trembling hand close thangh wsi1
he knows that he can do but little to
help her now
II il over Pale "a death nassivs
now from sheer terror A iisan ia cone
ate protestations of there being some
awful horrihIe mistake EyarS linz
,l''s.' 1870. - -. 80
the burnt will, and the roll of notes
discovered in poor Aileen's box. The
diamonds are missing still: but every
hole and corner of the Court is being
ransacked; while the late master lies
cold and still under white sheet.
Rowly arrives in a passion of rage
and grief, Dick having telegraphed for
him, and he finds he can do nothing
but wait in all agony Of Impotence.
you are master now, Rowly," Dick
Ponsonby saws. with a sickly smile.
Rowly stares at him and Dick ex-
plains.
The old man left no will, yOu know,
so of course you are the heir"
All the passion of the Bertrand's